Date: 2015-04-16 08:58 pm (UTC)
mortemscintilla: ∅ Babe it must be art (Hei - Playing Sudoku)
[ It's a pity Hei can't appreciate the splendid sight of her, the way that sleek, lusciously full body jerks erratically with her climax, the way she rattles at her restraints and sobs and rolls her ass around his dick in a way that makes him light-headed. As it is, he's too far gone himself to react, ramming her with quick abbreviated jerks of his hips. His orgasm is softer, darker this time -- just three or four deep pulses -- yet somehow immense: every nerve seems to spasm and then fall sparking into nothingness. ]

[ Panting, he sags for a moment against Korra, letting her hang crucified and boneless on the ebbing hardness inside her. Gradually the world expands around him again, comes back to brightness and sound. Fuck. His eyes flutter closed. Both hands slipping, skidding down the slippery expanse of her hot body to fall nerveless across the mattress -- before the rest of him follows. He shifts off her slowly, disconnecting with a wet pop. Sprawls onto his back, chest heaving under a sheen of sweat, pulse visibly ticcing in his throat. The condom is smeary with biological debris, and the reek of sex hangs heavily in the air. He'd be mildly disgusted if he had the energy. ]

[ Instead, with careful precision, he tugs off and knots up the condom, before chucking it in the wastebin. Looms over Korra on all fours, but it's only to undo the restraints, dragging her arms slowly down. He doesn't kiss or caress her. Doesn't speak. He's never had the patience for small-talk and sweet-nothings afterward. It's easy to grow wary of softness after a lifetime around killers: only a suicidal idiot would bare his throat to strangers, in bed or in-field, to be rewarded with their opportunistic savaging. By now his habit of reticence is second-nature, a newer layer over the default aloofness. ]

[ That makes it easier. With his mind lapsing to its usual security setting, he's reminded of what a monumental error this was. He doesn't believe for the smallest fraction of a second that Korra is setting him up for blackmail. However mad the girl is, there is not a particle of premeditated meanness or ruthless calculation in her entire body. No -- more real a worry to Hei is that her brazen, importunate behavior -- and his encouragement of it -- is the warning sign of some greater mutual strangeness. ]

[ When he speaks, it's in a voice shorn flat of emphasis, ]


If you're going to nap, do it now.

[ They have to hit the road in a few hours. Find a hotel closer to their rendezvous point, and meet their cobbler. ]
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